The Good, Bad and Indifferent.

A couple of evenings ago I wrote a lengthy piece in my journal. I just wanted to get things off my chest and so I wrote and wrote.

 I spoke about our thoughts, I spoke about our judging of others. Saying we all judge, be it by status, gender, wealth, colour, religion, nationality.

I spoke about Truth, and how we seldom stretch ourselves to see the Truth of the world. This illusion, which holds us prisoners to become slaves to greed. As we buy into the beliefs of consumerism and debt. That never ending carrot which is dangled before us, that ties in so many to be forever slaves to debt.. I spoke how the commercial world Soft soaps and dupes us by clever advertising that lures us in, to make us believe we need all the things we can quiet easily live without that often many go into dept for just to keep up with the latest trends..  

I spoke about our thoughts, and how they spin us into the creation of our future, and how we constantly judge, and cannot see the Ugliness of our own thoughts that spin out in judgement on a daily basis. Be they to criticise how someone looks, dresses, speaks, behaves, We all of do it constantly, in condemnation, discrimination, that then turn to jealousies, bullying and hateful behaviours that stain and taint and blacken our natures, that drives bitterness and vindictiveness to sour our world.

I spoke about education. And to what we are exposing our children to.  How children are no longer allowed to be children and play. And how pressure of parents and education are pilled ever higher upon their young shoulders to succeed. So, the education systems often lose sight of the child as they become statistics as schools are rated by performances.

I wrote on how the film, media and gaming industries promote violence, war, murder, and rape. And then we wonder why the world is mirroring back such acts of violence.  And why we have become so desensitised, so we barely blink an eye in response.  Why so many live in a surreal world of virtual reality. And I wrote about how many are turning to escape the realities of living as suicides increase in our young, and more synthetic drugs come into their possession.  

I went on about living in our own little boxes, to which we categorise, label, then often shutting the lid, we try not to think about the suffering on going in so many parts of the world. So in recompense, to appease our conscience’s, we can often be seen tossing a few coins into some charity jar to make us feel we are doing something worthwhile to help the world. 

I spoke about how those who have become King of their own particular Forests no longer see the trees that surround them. They no longer see through eyes that reach up to the heavens to see why acid rain falls to Earth. They do not see the burnt forests or the indigenous lives destroyed. While smoke settles on the wind out of lands that drive families across borders with nothing other than their lives. All they see is their own importance as their own greed consumes them so their hearts are as black as the scorched earth they have devoured .. 

I asked what kind of a species have we become.. and to what are we turning into that we can watch our Children suffer as we destroy their future world.

In fact my writing was quite a rant!! Which is toned down for this post.

But then I went on to speak about HOPE.. That all elusive word that keeps us hanging on..

HOPE, Hope is a word we use often. How many times do we rely upon Hope

H – Helping ourselves to

O – Optimism in times of

P – Pain, we hope against hope that

E – Everything will turn out just fine.

 Well, I have said enough about all that is Bad… Now what about the GOOD. 

That is the theme for next time..

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Earth Day.. Just some of her Gifts~For YOU!

I just couldn’t let today’s Earth Day go by without wishing everyone a 

HAPPY EARTH DAY

I have decided to celebrate it with a slide show of photo’s I have taken over the years 

So Enjoy!..

A Poem and last years post for Earth Day can be found HERE 

Your love is felt and is enough for today

Thank you to All of you for viewing and being here.. 

Now go out and ENJOY NATURE!.. 

She is far more rewarding than looking at it through a screen.. 

Comments are closed for today’s post, as I would sooner you spend your time out in Nature today which is where I know I will be.. This weekend.. 

Love and Blessings 

~Sue~

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Garden of Life!

I hope you have all had a wonderful Easter Break.

May I just thank all who are my regular readers here for all of your wonderful contributions to comments I appreciate you all. Also may I say welcome to all new followers  which have been many who have joined this year. I hope you enjoy browsing and reading.

Over the Easter weekend, we have spent many hours in our garden, planting seeds and weeding out.. So time for writing a new post has been limited.. So looking for inspiration I looked through my WP archives and came upon this aptly named post. Which I will re-schedule and post again .. Enjoy..

 

 Today I was reminded once again about Seeds, as I was updating and deleting many of my  Old Word Documents today I came across this piece I wrote back in 2007. And as nothing is ever by Chance!  It was part of a post I did on a forum. It didn’t have a title and I can’t even remember if I posted it .. But I will give it a title today..

Scattered Seeds of Thought.

Are we not all seeds? Have we not all been scattered?

Some may have fallen upon what is termed ‘the good earth’.

Whereby some may feel they have had all the benefits of a rich material upbringing.

Some seeds scattered may have felt they missed the ploughed furrow, the less fortunate circumstances,  but have still had a good foundation in which to grow.

And others have fallen upon the rocky edges where they have struggled to extend their roots to draw upon the nourishment and courage to grow, and have shriveled in their insecurities.

While others get entangled within the weeds, as they flounder, seeking to find themselves but being overshadowed by others until the wheat is no longer recognizable.

We may feel that it is the farmer’s hand of fate which determines where we shall fall?

But does not every seed have within it the same potential of growth?

Does not each seed no matter upon which ground it falls extends its roots downward searching for that nourishment which to feed from?

Does it still not lift its head and bend searching for the light?

Each of us has that potential to grow to bloom no matter what path we find ourselves upon.

I have witnessed many beautiful flowers that have fallen into crevices upon my concrete pathway, which I have marveled that they have taken root and bloomed.

And I have often wondered at the strength of the weed, as I have seen the dandelions push there way through solid tarmac growing healthily and strong.

And I have planted many a good plant in good fertile earth, fed and fussed over it, only to have it wilt and die

We have many fertile fields awaiting us. And that there are millions of different seeds we can sow.

But we must bring to our attention to the seed within, the strength we need to find starts within that centre of our Being.

To unfold ourselves to the warmth of the sun

We need to reach forever upward to allow ourselves to absorb that life giving

‘Light’.

It is only ourselves that give us Labels. It is only ourselves who determines what is a weed and what is a flower..

Within Our Earth Mothers Garden we are all equal in beauty all of us grow from the same beginnings.. We each of us start life as  a seed..

The Harvest of Life is  soon about to show us 

What we Sow, so shall we Reap..

May we Keep Planting LOVE, HARMONY and PEACE. 

© Sue Dreamwalker – 2012 -2017All rights reserved.

The Elder~ Shedding of Skins~ Part3

Things with Wings

The woman had to leave the painting alone for a while, but the Elder was never far from her thoughts as she pondered upon what the Elder had spoken of regarding the Renewing and Regenerating.

She thought about her beloved forest walks and in particular the Standing Ones of the Oak Tribe who had always drawn her to their energy.

On her walks she would often reach out to touch their bark, their outer skin, gnarled and cracked, marveling upon their ages.

The forest of Sherwood that she loved so well held one of the oldest and well known, The Major Oak  Whose Standing had seen so many changes during at least 1,000 years reign over his domain.  She thought of the changes still to come as she had signed petitions to try to prevent Fracking from under his roots.  She again sent a silent prayer out to her Earth Mother as she thought of all the destruction Mankind had caused upon and deep into her own Earth Crust skin.

The Major Oak is now supported with beams and wires its age is approximated to be over 800 to 1,000 years.. Can you see the Elephant within its trunk?

By the time the woman returned to pick up her brushes, the woman was eager to learn what the Elder had to teach her. Today she filled in more details to the bark, the tiny brush strokes making patterns she picked out the creepy crawlies, spiders, and grubs now forming. The woman thought deeply upon the thousands of insects that made their home in the bark and among the crevasses and branches of the Standing Ones.

Trees are home to Thousands of insects and wildlife

The Elder remained silent, allowing the woman to penetrate each crevasse with her brush stroke as deeper she sank into her own world of thought.  She painted the skin of the snake as it twisted up and out along the branch of the Elder, and thought of the many symbols mankind had used in which the snake had played a part.

The serpent representing both good and bad.  The secret to a snake’s success was its scales providing both impetus and resistance. It shed many skins to allow it to keep on growing. It glided over everything managing to climb trees, swim and bury itself beneath the earth.  She thought deeper to the various cultures which had created both Fascination and Fear.

 Quetzalcoatl the Feathered Serpent came to mind.

 Scholars had twisted the snake symbol for use of many of their own interpretations. The snake reminding her of the Kundalini, providing the Spark of Life, a great healer in many symbols.  As she thought of her own snake-like-spine, and that of the Standing Ones trunk. Connecting both Heaven and Earth.  As she thought of the times she had meditated her spine pressed against their trunk as she asked for The Standing Ones Healing.

Engraving on the outer wall of Chatsworth House

She thought of healing and remembered the medical profession who also had it within their healing symbol The Caduceus entwined around a staff with wings. And the Rod of Asclepius  And wondered upon how these symbols had been created.  She assumed the snake meant both Life and Death which was what the medical professions dealt with at all times.

So many interpretations Mankind had given to the snake, both positive and negative which she had read about, ‘Which were correct?’  she thought.

The Elder picking up on her question answered. “ All of them,” said the Elder, “The snake is neither Good or bad, it is the cycle of Life itself. The Ouroboros  The snake shows you by leaving your skin behind life begins anew. Your Human skin is but a shell and so too will be left behind.

In your world, there can be no birth without death. It is a perpetual cycle.  You will see this again and again in nature. But your Human Tribe do not follow the natural law of the predator-prey cycle. Your Human Tribe has killed all the animals it deems as bad.  Such as the Wolf , Bear and Fox.

Then you cry when your forests get overrun with Deer and Elk and Rabbits. Who then strip the forests and grasslands bare and they then suffer and starve as the balance is upset. You Humans then take it upon yourselves to cull and thin out the over population of species. Causing more suffering”.

She thought of the disease  Myxomatosis introduced to Rabbits  And the many Rabbits she had seen affected as a child in the country. She also thought of the Elephant tribe and wondered at the suffering of their tribe at the hands of mans ignorance and greed. It was no coincidence that the image of the Elephant had crept into her painting embedded within its roots.Or the horrendous culling of young seal cubs that were clubbed to death. This too was woven within the roots of her painting.

“Yet” continued the Elder, “If you had let well alone Nature would keep the balance by its own natural cycles..  Each living thing that is placed upon your Earth Mother has purpose. And is subject to natural law. Including you Humans. But you have long forgotten the natural laws of Cause and Effect. You think you are superior to them. But the Universe as a whole is governed by them, there is no escape.”

This has been digitally enhances to these shades.

As the woman continued to paint, eyes appeared in her imagination which had transferred to the bark which peered deeper into her soul. She thought upon the many times she had sort out the Standing Ones healing. And to the shedding of her many tears pressed up against their trunks. How many sobs had they listened to? never judging, always steadfast, silent but for their whispers on the wind as they imparted their calm reverence.  

They replaced her own sapping energy with their own as she often felt their pulse beat up through her spine. They had become bound by their roots as she imagined her energy tap-root from her spine going down around theirs into Mother Earths Heart as she meditated.

She knew the Standing Ones were the wisdom keepers, each year witnessing the changes, information contained within their own growth cycles of both good and bad years. Each inner ring a record, yet its outer skin/bark remained the same. Showing us how we have so many layers and yet can hold a constant mask to our outer Being.

We all grow from our inner centre outward from our hearts. And how important it was to go within and find those years which had affected our growth.

The woman stood back from her painting. She thanked again the Elder for the wisdom, knowing that as a world right now, we were but shedding another skin. Mankind was in yet another cycle of Learning, growing in inner wisdom as he woke up to himself.

To be continued.. 

© Sue Dreamwalker 2017.

In Gratitude And Love for our Mother

My Thoughts are with those who are Standing in Unity at Standing Rock today

I hope you will be Mindful.

And I hope you see we are all One Body with that of our Earth.

And lastly I hope your Spirit moves you to Wake up and engage in positive actions where ever you are in the world, to bring awareness and to help heal the Earth and her people’s where ever you can,

In Love and Gratitude

~Sue~

 

The Isle of Mull~Enjoy

After our 45-minute crossing from Oban we re-boarded our bus which came over on the Ferry with us to make our way across the Island. Our driver set the ambiance by playing The Mull Of Kintyre made famous by Paul  McCartney .

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We set off to cross the Isle of Mull for we had a date with another ferry to take us to the Isle of Iona.

The countryside so unspoiled dotted around with a few sheep and cattle here and there

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It was on the waters edge where we saw a sea otter swimming before I could focus my camera it had dived.

Travelling along the cost road from our own mode of transport A bus So if you see shadows in the reflections this is why as I took these photo’s while we traveled along.

Traveling along a the coast of the island these views were gorgeous

Although the island coastline covers some 300 miles there are less than 3,000 people living on Mull, with the island’s capital town of Tobermory accounting for nearly 1,000 of those.

The capital is Tobermory, unfortunately our trip did not include this picturesque colourful place which is featured on the Children’s BBC.. in the fictitious Preschool TV programme of Balamory  A link of Tobermory can be found here with its colourful cottages in another short video.

This was Bunessan Primary School. Here they take pupils from Nursery School to the age of Eleven years old.

We were curious about the schooling on the Isle of Mull. Our Driver guide told us that the Children go to school on the Island until they are 11 yrs old.. After that they have to travel to the mainland on Scotland. He said it is nothing for a child to be travelling 2 hours before starting school and 2 hours back.  Which made my own 5 mile journey from our small village when I was small seem nothing at all.

A small community on the edge of the shore line  which we approached via a small bridge. 

This was the local Bus which traveled from the ferry port throughout the island and back. We were on our own bus following it for a short while until it took a different route

Inlets merging with the coastline. This stream ran under the bridge we just went over.

Travelling along the coastal road on the Island. It was along such a shallow place among the sea weed we saw our first Otter who was swimming along and he dived from view.

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The star attractions with many who visit are the with Golden and White Tailed Eagles, dolphins and basking sharks, deer, otters and puffins among other bird wild life. We were hoping perhaps of a sighting of a Dolphin on our crossing, (I think they had all swam out to Ireland!) Big smiles Bela.   But we did spot a sea otter swimming close to the shore line among the sea weed before it dived out of view. Too quick for me and my camera. But it was a joy none the less.

These views just kept getting better and better as we travelled the length of Mull

This spectacular cliff overlooked the other side of the bay from where we were travelling on the Isle of Mull . No wonder this is whole area is a sanctuary to wild life. And why those eco tourists keep on coming. 

You can see a small community here on the Isle of Mull in the distance. Small cottages were scattered here and there along the coastal road we were following. Many stood isolated miles from others. I wish I had had more time to explore the Isle of Mull, but its memory will remain embedded deep within my heart 

 I hope you enjoyed the Isle of Mull as much as  I did.  

Enjoy your Weekend

~Sue~

PS Thank you all of you for following and for all the new subscribers. Those of us who have been friends for a long time here on WP and understand about Numbers and synchronicity may appreciate that as I scrolled down to proof read my draft in the preview. 

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Connecting back with Nature

Travelling through the Trossachs in Scotland

 How quickly a week has flown, and yet so much got packed into one week I am still only just coming down to earth after our much needed break away in Scotland.

This visit we chose to visit the Isles so we travelled out to explore the Isle’s of Mull, Iona and Bute.  Each Isle had its own special surprises and I hope to share a little in the next few posts about each one of them. Lots more photo’s will be posted soon.. 

In the mean time I will leave you with a video I found today, and it explains better than I why all of us should spend more time out in Nature.. Absorbing her beauty and respecting her.. 

Enjoy the rest of your weekend and enjoy the words of Gary Turk. 

Love and Blessings

Sue 

How does your Garden Grow?

Just wanted to update you how things in the garden are progressing, some days I have been so tired I have slept in the afternoons, especially in this heat we are not used to this time of year.. It’s definitely growing weather for weeds which have invaded the garden along with aphids, white fly, and a bug which flew in from Europe which is spreading fast throughout the UK.  To view all the news and pictures  please click the link HERE   On my garden blog.

Weeds keep on growing